Chang Sheng's face changed again, from frightened to dead gray, and in an instant, the hair on his whole body stood upside down, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Chang Sheng's reflexes are average, and he holds up his gun and wants to shoot in the back.

It's just that

At the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, he felt a tingling pain in his wrist.

His grip on the gun relented, and the gun fell out of his hand.

When Chang Sheng came back to his senses, his head was pressed against the muzzle of a cold black hole.

The bar was silent, and pins could be heard.

Everyone's breath was stagnant, their eyes were bursting, and they stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

Their boss, who was majestic a second ago, wanted to cut off Yang Lei's hand and foot of the Xuanwu Hall master.

At this moment, Yang Lei used the gun in his hand to put it against his head.

Uncanny.

It's so weird.

All the gangsters didn't see how Yang Lei did it.

All they felt was a ghostly figure passing by them.

By the time they reacted, it was already the same picture.

It's too fast.

Yang Lei's speed is too fast.

As the hall master of the Xuanwu Hall of the Hongjiang Pavilion, Chang Sheng is not a bad seed.

But at this moment, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from Chang Sheng's forehead.

His face turned pale, his breathing almost stopped, his legs trembled, and he stood still but did not dare to move.

I was afraid that the gun in Yang Lei's hand would go off the rails and a bullet would pierce his head.

You know, the gun was hit by him.

"You, how did you do that?" Chang Sheng's mouth was dry, his throat was squirming, and he couldn't speak.

Yang Lei sneered and said:

"Do you think you're underestimating me this time?"

Underestimate?

No, it's not.

It's definitely not an underestimate, often winning the ambush he did, he knows it in his own heart.

Even the special forces are here, and they have to stay here today.

Even if those three killers are scum, Nima is holding back his anger and not even making a fart at a critical time, which is no longer a problem on his side.

The only problem is that the person behind him is a man whose strength is far beyond his imagination.

"No, it's not, it's me who can't measure myself, it's me who killed myself."

Chang Sheng shivered all over his body, and said with a chill all over his body.

All the hatred for Yang Lei in his heart disappeared the moment Yang Lei put his own gun against his head, and all that was left was fear and fear.

In the face of the demonic and perverted man, Chang Sheng felt powerless all over his body, and he had no choice but to surrender.

"Even if you are still a little self-aware," the corners of Yang Lei's mouth hooked up a cold and arrogant arc, and said:

"The gun is just one of my tools, and for me, without a gun, many things can be used to kill people.

For example, knives, such as silver needles, such as poison, the three killers upstairs all hit my silver needles.

Although there will be no danger to his life, he can only see this world of flowers with one eye for the rest of his life. ”

Yang Lei's words made Chang Sheng and all the gangsters shudder.

In other words, at that moment just now, Yang Lei blinded one eye of the three killers hiding in the shadows.

Oh, my God~

Is he still human?

These usually ruthless gangsters only felt that their legs were weak at this time, and the soles of their feet were cold wind.

"It's me who has no eyes, blinded by hatred. Mr. Yang, if you want to kill or chop, I will listen to you today. ”

Chang Sheng gritted his teeth and didn't beg for mercy, he said.

Yang Lei was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this Chang Sheng had backbone.

"Let these bales get out of the way first."

Yang Lei said coldly.

"Get out, get out, no one is allowed to come in without my orders."

Chang Sheng yelled at the hundred or so thugs.

But

The thugs didn't move.

"Hall Master, we won't leave you alone." A thug gritted his teeth, feeling that this was an opportunity to perform, and said fiercely.

Chang Sheng was angry in his heart, you fuck a chicken, do you think Lao Tzu is willing to let you go.

Why is this Nima so unreasonable, stupid Bina, it is the god behind it who tells you to get out.

"Get out, if it's me, you won't listen, get out of the door."

Chang Sheng roared angrily:

"Who is so non-stop, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless afterwards."

These thugs hesitated, wanting to leave but not daring to go.

"I'll count to five, and if you haven't gotten out yet, don't doubt my determination to shoot."

A devilish sneer appeared on Yang Lei's face, and his voice made it so that no one would doubt his determination.

"Get out, why don't you get out, what are you doing standing?"

Chang Sheng's eyes were scarlet, and he yelled.

When he boarded, the more than 100 thugs did not dare to stay, and ran out one after another.

The gangster who had received Yang Lei's revolver at the door before walked over tremblingly.

"Big, big brother, this is your gun, I kept it well."

The thug said in a trembling voice, put the gun on the bar, and crawled out in fright.

In less than a minute, the more than 100 gangsters were all gone, leaving only Yang Lei, Chang Sheng and Wang Beibei.

Wang Beibei feels like she is in a dream, all this is extremely unreal, just like making a movie.

Until now, Wang Beibei's head was still blank and he didn't react.

Isn't it going to be killed by Chang Sheng?

How could the plot come to a big reversal, but Chang Sheng became the person who was held to the head by a gun.

"Mr. Yang, he, they're all out." Chang Sheng swallowed his saliva fiercely, didn't dare to turn his head back, and said tremblingly.

Yang Lei smiled with satisfaction and played with taste:

"You're not afraid of death?"

Chang Sheng wants to cry without tears, how can he not be afraid of death, he is more afraid of death than anyone else.

"I'm afraid, but I'm not going to get on my knees and beg for mercy like those soft bones.

The skills are not as good as others, and they are planted in the hands of Mr. Yang, I admit it. Chang Sheng gritted his teeth and said.

"For your sake, I'll spare your life."

After Yang Lei finished sneering, he put away the gun in his hand.

Chang Sheng felt unreal, but the fact was that the gun in his head was gone.

Chang Sheng's prostration-like fart~ sat on the ground, his face was bloodless, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead, and he gasped for breath.

Survived.

No one would have thought that the hall master of Hongjiang Pavilion, who had always been ruthless, would be like this.

"Why did you let me go?" After regaining his composure, Chang Sheng raised his head, looked at Yang Lei with a calm face, and asked suspiciously.

Yes, this young man could have killed him, but why should he let him go.

You must know that even big guys like Wei Lang and Huang Dafa, Yang Lei didn't let it go, and killed them directly.

And he is a mere hall master, why did Yang Lei let him go?

"It's simple, I want you to be my person." The corners of Yang Lei's mouth hooked up a wicked arc and sneered.

Chang Sheng was stunned, and then suddenly he was stunned.

Yang Lei wants him to win the rebellion and become the internal response lurking in the Hongjiang Pavilion. (To be continued.) )